There’s a point in your life where “all your stuff” is maybe two non-IKEA pieces of furniture that your parents forced on you when you moved out. And then there’s the point at which “all your stuff” fills a 1600 sqft ranch house and half of it is made out of granite for some reason.

Just, baseline, ignore the meme. If you have to move a refrigerator down a flight of stairs, this is no longer a “buy me a pizza” tier work.